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Zhong Kui's Diary
"I should have just gone for it with her," Fatty complained as he glanced at the young woman, Early Summer. "After all, a day as husband and wife means a hundred days of affection. If I had done it a few more times, maybe someone would have already untied me."
Early Summer was fiddling with her phone when she heard Fatty's remark. She quickly put her phone in her pocket, rushed over, and began to punch and kick him. Eventually, the muscular man named Si couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up to advise, "Early Summer, if you kill him, you'll lose three million."
Only then did Early Summer stop, spitting at Fatty. "If you talk nonsense again, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
Fatty gasped and laughed, "I didn't do anything wrong. Your boss lady set the price herself—fifty bucks a time!"
Early Summer shouted angrily, "You better not!"
I snorted coldly. "Don't think that just because it's in your hands, you can force us to say things we don't mean. Fatty is completely right; your boss lady priced it at fifty bucks a time. Honestly, I think you're not even worth fifty bucks!"
Early Summer was furious and came over to grab my arms behind my back and started hitting me. Fatty quickly yelled insults to draw her attention away from me. His novel approach and vicious words made Early Summer explode with rage; she immediately let go of me and turned to kick him. Seeing this, I also racked my brain to insult Early Summer so that she would redirect her focus back to me.
For a moment, both of us were hurling insults at Early Summer, hoping she would vent her anger on us instead. The muscular man named Si initially tried to mediate but eventually lost interest and pulled out his phone to record the video.
After about ten minutes of fighting, Early Summer leaned on her knees, breathing heavily while Fatty and I were bruised and battered all over. This woman really knew how to hit hard.
Despite this, Fatty and I continued to curse incessantly, our faces smug as if we had won this battle.
"Early Summer, I have an idea. If they keep talking nonsense, we can stuff my stinky socks in their mouths," Fang Feng suggested with a laugh from the side.
Upon hearing this, Early Summer nodded and straightened up to Fatty. "Want to try cursing again?"
Fatty spat disdainfully. "Fang Feng, I swear I'll make sure to kill you once we get out of here!"
"Let's wait until you can get out." Fang Feng sneered, "Do you believe I will take a dump in my underwear right now and then stuff it in your mouth?"
At this remark, both Fatty and I fell silent. This guy really knows how to play dirty.
Seeing that we had stopped cursing, Early Summer called for Si to record a video. After they finished, Early Summer said, "Si, keep an eye on them. Make sure they don't end up rolling together; otherwise, they might end up untying each other back to back."
Si raised the shotgun he had taken from me and chuckled, "Sister Early Summer, I know that already. Don't worry."
Early Summer glanced at us with a huff before taking her phone and walking out.
The room was left with just Fang Feng and Si. Out of boredom, Fang Feng started chatting with Si, but Si seemed to look down on Fang Feng and ignored him.
I was about to mock Fang Feng when I remembered his dirty trick. If he really stuffed his soiled underwear in my mouth, even if I tore him apart afterward, I would still be left with psychological trauma. Tsk, better hold off for now.
I instinctively moved my hands and feet and realized that my wrists could move slightly. Perhaps due to the beating I received from Early Summer earlier, the knot that was originally near my elbow had actually slipped down to my palm. I couldn't help but feel delighted and quickly reached to untie the knot.
My luck was really good; could this be a turn of fate? Getting beaten by Early Summer actually gave me a chance to escape.
I quickly untied the knot, and once the ropes on my arms loosened, I turned to Fatty and winked at him.
At first, Fatty didn't understand what I was doing and looked at me in confusion. In desperation, I tilted my body slightly to show him my back. Fatty suddenly understood and began crying out on the ground, "Ouch! Ouch! It hurts so much! I'm dying!"
Si and Fang Feng were both startled and walked over to Fatty. Si kicked Fatty's leg directly, "Fatty, what kind of trick are you playing? Do you believe I'll kill you?"
Taking advantage of this opportunity, I quickly untied the ropes on my hands and immediately pulled out the submachine gun from the Mustard Seed Pendant. Just as Fatty was groaning about his 'painful period,' I fired a burst at Si.
The submachine gun erupted with sparks as bullets hit Si's back, turning it into a sieve in an instant, blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Fang Feng's reaction speed was incredibly fast. Just as Four's body was struck forward by the force of the Submachine Gun, he rushed to Four's front in an instant, grabbing Four's belt with one hand and tugging at his collar with the other, using Four as a shield as he swiftly ran toward the door of the room.
Trying to escape?
I held the Submachine Gun and swept fire back and forth. Despite this, a large portion of the bullets missed, while some hit Four in the back. Even the Shotgun in Four's hands was struck by bullets, causing it to shatter, yet Fang Feng remained unscathed.
Damn, don't those protagonists on TV take out several bad guys with a single shot? Why can't I do that? Am I not the protagonist? Is this Fang Feng not a bad guy?
Bastard, liar! I will never believe in television again; it's all a scam!
"Shoot at his feet!" Fatty shouted loudly from the side.
I lowered the muzzle of the Submachine Gun and swept fire at Fang Feng's feet. But at that moment, Fang Feng had already dashed out of the corridor, tossing Four's corpse behind him. He then vanished outside the door in a flash.
There was no time to chase him. I pulled out a knife and quickly cut away the Rope binding me. I stood up and cut the Rope off Fatty, who then got up and pulled out his Shotgun to guard the doorway. I also cut the Rope binding Wen Zhan and Wen Qianqian.
After pulling out the ragged cloth from my mouth, Wen Zhan spat twice and then gratefully clasped his hands toward me. "Boss Zhong, you've saved my life for the second time. No more nonsense; from now on, you’re my big brother."
I smiled and pulled out a Submachine Gun, then asked Fatty for another Submachine Gun, handing both to Wen Zhan and his companion. "Let's put that aside for now; we need to get out."
The two took the guns and skillfully checked the magazines to confirm they were full before snapping them back in place. It seemed they were both familiar with firearms. This wasn't surprising; when you have money and power at a certain level, handling guns is as easy as playing marbles for us.
Seeing this, I pulled out a few more magazines for them. Once all four of us were ready, we cautiously stepped out of the Golden Silver Pavilion room.
As we reached the door, Fatty glanced at Four's corpse on the ground and spat. "Why didn’t you run?" With that, he fired a shot at Four's left foot, blowing half of it off.
I stopped Fatty from continuing to shoot at Four's corpse and pointed to the Beauty Pavilion room next to Golden Silver Pavilion. "Where were you dragged in from? Was it this room?"
"En." Fatty nodded, stepped forward, and kicked the door open. The wooden door slammed against the wall with a bang and bounced back, but the door panel was already shattered into pieces.
"Boss Ding has great strength," Wen Zhan said with a smile.
"Not bad!" Fatty replied casually, proudly raising his eyebrows.
We quickly divided our tasks. I took the lead with my gun, while Fatty and Wen Qianqian flanked me on either side, responsible for covering both wings. Wen Zhan slowly backed away, guarding our rear.
With this arrangement, the four of us, armed with four guns, secured all directions.
This so-called Beauty Pavilion was not large; it was filled with various strange items, including adult toys, inflatable dolls in Ice Version and Zhi Ling Version, various DVDs, and many magazines with explicit covers.
Is this really called Beauty Pavilion? This is clearly a bookstore selling adult content.
However, I couldn't see any other exits. I turned to Fatty and asked, "Where did you come out from earlier?"
"Right in the middle," Fatty replied, nodding toward the center of the floor.
I stepped into the center and stomped down; sure enough, a hollow sound echoed back. It seemed the exit was right here, and judging by the sound, it was covered by a wooden board. Not wanting to search for a switch, I signaled the three behind me to step back slightly, pulled out my Big Iron Pickaxe, and struck down hard. With a crack, the pickaxe pierced through the cover board. I then pried it up forcefully, revealing a dark passage below.
After putting away the Big Iron Pickaxe, Fatty and I took out several flashlights and strapped them to our gun barrels before continuing down. After descending about ten meters, the passage flattened out. We walked along this flat passage for about thirty meters until we reached an upward passage. At the first set of stairs in that passage lay a severed right hand at shoulder height.
"Watch out!" I warned sharply and then pulled the trigger, unleashing a barrage at that right hand.
The hand was immediately hit by my Submachine Gun and bounced on the ground amidst blood and flesh flying everywhere. By the time I ran out of bullets, that right hand had been completely obliterated.
Huh? Why did this right hand not resist at all? Could it be... it's out of power?
Fatty pointed a gun at the right hand while I quickly changed the magazine and cautiously approached. Upon closer inspection, I found that there was no strange eye in the palm of the right hand; it was just an ordinary right hand, now reduced to a pulp by my sweep. The ground was littered with flesh and blood, looking quite disgusting.
Wen Qianqian couldn't help but gag twice and quickly switched places with Wen Zhan.
"Whose right hand is this?" Wen Zhan asked as he looked at the hand, frowning.
"Probably Du Neng's," Fatty replied. "Among the dead here, only Du Neng and Li Xiaoxiao are left. Given the size of the bones, it shouldn't belong to Li Xiaoxiao."
Old Du's hands are much rougher than this one," I shook my head. "This hand must belong to a young person."
"A young person?" Wen Zhan gasped. "Could it be that guy from earlier?"
"It should be his hand, but how did he end up in front of us?" Fatty said in astonishment.
"There might be other mechanisms or secret passages; everyone stay alert," I raised my gun and signaled for everyone to continue moving forward.
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